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suburban gothic #7 - "six years in limbo; part one."
24 half letter pages; b&w; stapled.
it's been six years since i last made an issue of suburban gothic, and a lot's happened in that time, but i'm finally ready to start talking about it. issue #7 is the first in a multipart series detailing the (mostly) downward spiral of the course of my life over the span of the six years i've been more or less absent from zinedom.
calling this zine "text-heavy" is pretty generous; it's almost entirely text and nothing but. (i tried to make up for it by picking nice fonts, at least?) topics in this issue include academic burnout, attendance at a feminist conference and my reflections on it, troubles with friends and my methods of dealing with them, etc. i will also include a trigger warning here for a brief discussion of an acquaintance's suicide.
an excerpt: "by the time i was on my way out, i positively hated the university, and i loathed the chancellor, and i saw no point in writing some bullshit speech full of false goodwill about what a great experience i'd had. my college experience had been frustrating and faith-breaking. nobody wants to hear a commencement speech like that."
a copy can be yours for a mere $2 stateside or $3 elsewhere in the world. i'm also up for trades.
(also available at: gimme brains distro; quimby's; sweet candy distro)
it's been six years since i last made an issue of suburban gothic, and a lot's happened in that time, but i'm finally ready to start talking about it. issue #7 is the first in a multipart series detailing the (mostly) downward spiral of the course of my life over the span of the six years i've been more or less absent from zinedom.
calling this zine "text-heavy" is pretty generous; it's almost entirely text and nothing but. (i tried to make up for it by picking nice fonts, at least?) topics in this issue include academic burnout, attendance at a feminist conference and my reflections on it, troubles with friends and my methods of dealing with them, etc. i will also include a trigger warning here for a brief discussion of an acquaintance's suicide.
an excerpt: "by the time i was on my way out, i positively hated the university, and i loathed the chancellor, and i saw no point in writing some bullshit speech full of false goodwill about what a great experience i'd had. my college experience had been frustrating and faith-breaking. nobody wants to hear a commencement speech like that."
a copy can be yours for a mere $2 stateside or $3 elsewhere in the world. i'm also up for trades.
(also available at: gimme brains distro; quimby's; sweet candy distro)
wild tigers i used to know.
20 quarter letter pages; white vellum covers; bound with pink ribbon.
nostalgia has long been claimed as my favorite wasting disease; it's been a catalyst for many of the zines i tend to write. wild tigers i used to know is just another one of those zines, a one-shot of yet more stories about people from my past - and not rose-colored warm-fuzzy feel-good stories, either. the three tales in this zine are all gritty and tangled and difficult, so there's a trigger warning for mentions of things like suicidal ideation, drug & alcohol use/abuse, and breakdowns of both the mental and relationship sort. two of the three stories i've been carrying around for eight years or more, and it's well past time to let them go.
an excerpt: "i barricaded myself in your bathroom to take a series of self-portraits on my cell phone camera. [...] i’m wearing that ridiculous black leather jacket, and i look glassy-eyed and tired and miserable and washed out against the backdrop of seafoam-green tile walls of your bathroom. you’re in some of them, too, smiling and laughing, but only because you’re already high as a fucking kite. i only seem to remember you smiling when you were under the influence of some substance or other."
a copy can be yours for a mere $1.50 stateside or $2.50 elsewhere in the world. i'm also up for trades.
nostalgia has long been claimed as my favorite wasting disease; it's been a catalyst for many of the zines i tend to write. wild tigers i used to know is just another one of those zines, a one-shot of yet more stories about people from my past - and not rose-colored warm-fuzzy feel-good stories, either. the three tales in this zine are all gritty and tangled and difficult, so there's a trigger warning for mentions of things like suicidal ideation, drug & alcohol use/abuse, and breakdowns of both the mental and relationship sort. two of the three stories i've been carrying around for eight years or more, and it's well past time to let them go.
an excerpt: "i barricaded myself in your bathroom to take a series of self-portraits on my cell phone camera. [...] i’m wearing that ridiculous black leather jacket, and i look glassy-eyed and tired and miserable and washed out against the backdrop of seafoam-green tile walls of your bathroom. you’re in some of them, too, smiling and laughing, but only because you’re already high as a fucking kite. i only seem to remember you smiling when you were under the influence of some substance or other."
a copy can be yours for a mere $1.50 stateside or $2.50 elsewhere in the world. i'm also up for trades.
recinerated #2 - "atom bombs & blunt razors"
36 quarter legal pages; b&w; stapled.
issue #2 of recinerated picks up where the first one left off, a continued collection of my reflections on everyday life, work, and other assorted mundanities and existential semi-crises. stories for this issue include: a roof's collapse, a district manager's interrogation, a self-proclaimed psychic's rather laughable analysis of my character, firsthand observations on omaha's indie scene, a few different flavors of misanthropy, and plenty more. text-heavy, but set against an arty cut/paste-style background.
an excerpt: "i've been trying to combat this urge, though - an instinct to give in to laziness, apathy, and inertia. i quit doing things i used to love over the last few years, and i've really regretted it. all the wasted time spent sitting at home with my cats doesn't really qualify as 'living life to the fullest.'"
copies can be obtained for $2 apiece in the u.s., or $3 anywhere else in the world, shipping included. trades are fantastic.
issue #2 of recinerated picks up where the first one left off, a continued collection of my reflections on everyday life, work, and other assorted mundanities and existential semi-crises. stories for this issue include: a roof's collapse, a district manager's interrogation, a self-proclaimed psychic's rather laughable analysis of my character, firsthand observations on omaha's indie scene, a few different flavors of misanthropy, and plenty more. text-heavy, but set against an arty cut/paste-style background.
an excerpt: "i've been trying to combat this urge, though - an instinct to give in to laziness, apathy, and inertia. i quit doing things i used to love over the last few years, and i've really regretted it. all the wasted time spent sitting at home with my cats doesn't really qualify as 'living life to the fullest.'"
copies can be obtained for $2 apiece in the u.s., or $3 anywhere else in the world, shipping included. trades are fantastic.